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  She rode him slowly, her hips moving back and forth, her hands cupping her large breasts until he was mad with wanting her. When she offered him one, he took it greedily, suckling hard on the tip until she screamed out her release.

  “Come for me again, love. I want to feel you tighten around me again and again.” He held her tightly as he played with both of her breasts. They were tight and soft at the same time, and he couldn’t seem to get enough of them. When she stood up he wanted to beg her to come back, but she leaned over the side of the tub and he stood up behind her.

  “I’m going to come all over you like this.” She reached between her legs and wrapped her hand around him. “Christ, love. I might not make it to bring you again if you keep that up.”

  “To feel you coming over me, that’ll be enough to make me come again.” Lewis fucked her hand, and when she moved, bracing herself on the tub, he entered her hard and fast. “Come with me, Lewis. I need it.”

  Lewis didn’t want to disappoint her, so he fucked her hard, splashing water not only over the side but also all over them. The cool night and the hot water made for some erotic feelings, and when Raven slid her fingers into her pussy, curling around his cock, he came hard.

  His body bowed back while his cock filled her. Lewis held onto her hips, knowing that he was going to leave a mark, but he didn’t care. Raven was his, forever and ever, and he felt his cock and balls fill again as she cried out her own releases.

  Leaning over her, filling his hands with her breasts, he tugged hard on her nipples, loving the way that she seemed to enjoy it. When she told him she was coming again, Lewis knew that this time he was going to make her faint. He so loved having her wake up from sex in his arms.

  Cupping her breast in one hand, he slid his own fingers into her nether lips and found her hard nubbin. Squeezing it as hard as he thought she could stand, he was rewarded with cream filling his hand, her breast tightening so tightly in his hands that he wanted to suckle it. And when she screamed this time, her voice loud in the night air, an answering echo of a wolf sounded with her, and he knew that the world around them knew that he’d satisfied his mate tonight.

  ~~~

  Byron was at the bank when the banker Colin showed up. He’d been waiting on the man for nearly an hour, and was trying his best not to push him into his seat before he was ready. As soon as he had his jacket off and was ready to start his day, Byron nearly jumped his desk to get him to file the paperwork.

  “There’s a problem.” Byron was shaking his head as soon as Colin spoke. “I’m afraid there is. You need to sign a few more documents before you can claim the building. One is from the county. It says that now that the other buildings are being renovated, you must do the same in a timely fashion so as it’s not an eyesore when the other businesses are up and running.”

  “How long do I have?” Not that it mattered to him. He was going to leave town as soon as he got the money. Byron hadn’t even decided if he was going to pay the mortgage off or not yet. “I mean, are they going to expect me to, I don’t know, have it done by the end of the month?”

  “Oh no, you’ll have the usual eighteen months to get some improvements done on it, then you’ll have to have it completed within five years. And there are some stipulations on that as well.” He pulled out a sheet of paper, and Byron asked him how long this was going to take. “I have to read it to you, Mr. Clayton, then you have to sign it saying that I read it to you. They’re taking no chances that you aren’t aware of the things that need to be done.”

  Byron sat there, listening to the man drone on about water and electricity. He had his own plans, and none of them included him doing any kind of repairs on the building, not even to replace the glass that he’d broken to get into the place. It was his, and the sooner he could go and claim it, the sooner he could get his ass out of town.

  He’d wanted to go to his building last night, but he knew that since he’d been told he couldn’t, not until things were filed, that he’d be arrested. Until things were done in the proper order, he didn’t own the building just yet, and Byron didn’t want to fuck this up when he was so close to the finish line.

  When Colin looked at him, he realized that he should have been paying attention. As it was now, he had no idea what had been said to him or what he might have to agree with to get inside the place. Byron had purchased himself a new truck last week, just to haul away his money.

  His money. Byron had done a lot of research about the money too. There hadn’t been any robberies that he knew of that would account for the funds. And all he could find on the people that had owned it was a couple that had disappeared, though he knew where the man was, as well as a company about seventy years ago that had gone belly up when they’d tried to manufacture baskets, of all things.

  “This next paper has to do with the loan that you’re taking out. I don’t like to tell clients what to do with such things, but are you sure that you wish to use your home as collateral, Mr. Clayton? As well as your pension? That is a great deal you’re putting at risk. And if you don’t do as you’ve said you would, in the other paperwork, then you’ll be out of a great deal of ready money.” Byron laughed; he couldn’t help himself. And when it seemed as if it was getting out of control, he put his hand over his mouth to stop it. Colin just stared at him with a frown. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes, fine. Just fine and dandy. Yes, I know it’s a lot of money to put up for this place. And I’d not have had to if Lewis had come down in his pricing.” Which had surprised him too. Lewis had taken his offer and didn’t quibble at all. He wondered if he’d…. No, no, the man was much too busy to be going into the building, especially after all this time. “Had I known that he was going to take my first offer, I might have...well, that’s water under the bridge now. I have it, and he does not. Now, I know this to be a fact, but the building, that would include all the contents too, correct? He can’t come back on me, saying that he didn’t know something was in there and want it now?”

  “No, he even had me put that in the contract for you. He doesn’t want anything that was in the building when he sold it to you. It’s all yours. I’m to understand that he has owned it for a very long time. I wonder what made him sell it now.” Byron told the man that he’d seen an opportunity and didn’t let it go. “I suppose. Now, I’ll just go now and file this for you, and as soon as I return, you can own it.”

  “If you don’t mind, I’ll go with you. I want to see it filed.” Again he was looked at strangely, but he only smiled. “I have plans for the building, you see, and cannot wait to get started on them.”

  He didn’t know what to do about the body. The man had been dead for a long time; of course, there wasn’t any way that they could blame that on him. But he hadn’t reported it. Nor had he asked for assistance with the man. He supposed that could get him into some trouble, but he wasn’t going to hang around long enough for anyone to notice it. Byron Clayton was a man with a plan.

  Of course there was a line. Not terribly long, but enough so that they were there for an extra hour. It might have gone faster had not Colin seemed to need to speak to every person that moved by them. Some of them were strangers just asking for directions. The man was driving him insane.

  After things were filed in the proper place, he had to wait a little while longer while a copy was made for him. He wasn’t sure that he might need it, but he wanted a copy in the event that the pack was still hanging around when he got there. Byron wanted nothing getting in his way when he got his cash.

  While walking to his car, he made himself slow down. If he had run, like he wanted to, then people might have taken note. He hadn’t any idea why it mattered—he was washing the dirt of this town off his shoes as soon as he could—but no one was going to say that he’d done something wrong when they found out that he’d made a killing off this sale.

  The buildings around his were being worked on when he arrived. Waiting a few moments to see if one of the workers was going to mak
e a big deal of him being there, he thought he might well have been invisible for all the attention they paid to him. Byron got inside the building, using the key this time, and did a fast jig when the door was locked behind him. It was his. All his.

  He surveyed the rest of the building first. He wanted to make sure that nothing had been disturbed. Byron wished now that he’d taken pictures of the place when he’d been there, just to be assured that nothing had been taken without his permission. Laughing again, he thought he needed to get more control over his life, or they were going to have him locked up before he could spend his first million. After looking through all the floors and finding nothing more than a sooty smell, he stood at the stairs that would take him to his treasure. And what a treasure it was too.

  “I’m going to go away for a long time, and I’ll buy whatever I wish, no matter the price.” He leaned his forehead on the door and let out several breaths before he moved to open the door. “Get ahold of yourself, Byron. Or before you know it, you’ll fall down the fucking stairs and break your fool neck. And the only people that will make anything from this gesture is the county coroner, and he won’t even give you a proper burial.”

  Opening the door was easier than he thought it would be. The doors to the upper floors were stiff with not being opened for a long time. He’d only been up this way the one time, to make sure that there wasn’t anything else that he could claim, and found it to be a dreary and dark place. Going down the stairs with his flashlight skimming over the walls, he noticed that there was soot there as well. Not that he would have noticed the other times he’d been there, so he dismissed it. As soon as he was at the bottom of the stairs, however, he knew that he’d been taken.

  The place was cleaned up. The trash bags and stacks of paper were gone, as well as the body. Byron went up the stairs again to make sure he was in the right building, but knew what he saw there had been true. Lewis had found his money.

  “No, no, no.” He walked around the empty place several times. The trunks were still there, but he knew as surely as he was standing in a worthless building that he owned now that they were as empty as this place was. There wasn’t going to be any leaving the country now. No buying him a fast boat. And he wasn’t going to be able to make a fresh start someplace else. All the money that he’d had—the house, his pension—it was all gone now too. Just because Lewis McCade had tricked him. “He’s messed with the wrong man, he has.”

  He walked to the first trunk and sat down on the floor. He knew, just as surely as he was sitting there, that it was going to be empty, but when he opened it, he saw that he’d been left something. Picking up the penny, shiny and coppery, he thought of all the things he was going to do with it.

  “First, I’m going to shove it up his ass. Then I might go find it, heat it up, and burn it into his skull.” Getting up now, pacing the floor, he thought of many more things that he wanted to do. How he was going to use this small token as a parting gift for the man and his family. “I’m going to get that man, make him pay. Today. I’ve lost everything because of him. Everything.”

  In the back of his mind, he knew that wasn’t true. He’d had nothing to do with the building, nor the money that had been down there. It had, until this morning, been Lewis’s to do with as he wanted. But he’d known, last night when he’d agreed to sell it to him, that the money had been here, and that Byron was hoping to get it. That in and of itself was enough to make his temper short. It was a dirty trick…no matter how it had happened. He’d been taken to the cleaners by a McCade, and he was going to make them pay for their shit.

  Chapter 8

  Butler had found himself a new home. Not that it was much better than the one that he’d had before, but at least this one had a roof that completely covered it, as well as a fireplace that he could light up when he got cold. And he found that as his magic wore off, he would get chilled at the slightest breeze. As he moved around the place, careful not to use any of his magic to make improvements, he thought of the pain he’d gotten yesterday when his shifter had been returned to him.

  “Didn’t even know that could be done.”

  The laughter made him pause, and he looked around. “Who’s there? What are you about?”

  Children had taken to tormenting him. Not that he could do anything about it, but he thought that once he’d hit one of them in the head with a rock, the others would scatter. But all it did was make them come back in droves. It was another reason that he’d moved here…to get away from the little shits.

  To think that he’d spent some of his magic on the shifter to kill him a McCade, and all it had done was piss it away. The laughter again had him hiding now. He wasn’t sure what was there, or who might be trying to find him, but he needed to take steps in keeping himself safe. Butler hoped to all heavens that it wasn’t his wife again. She had never learned her place.

  “Hello, Father.” His son stood before him, and all he could think about was the last meeting that they’d had. It had been decades ago, just after he’d managed to kill the third woman that had come to the dragons. “I see you are not faring well. I’m not unhappy about that. If you were to just die, as you should have done many years ago, I could easily live a much happier life.”

  “What a thing to say to your own father. Come here, give me a hug.” Caelin only stood there, with the light shining on him from the open doorway. “Nothing to give me, Caelin my boy? What is a sire to think when his own kin won’t spare a hug for him?”

  “So that you might stab me in the back? Or were you going to aim for my heart?” The knife that he had hidden in his pocket was suddenly quivering on the floor between his feet. “Come now, you must know that I’m smarter than you’ll ever be. And since I know that you’re not long for this world, I know for a fact that you’ll get no smarter either.”

  “Did your mother not raise you to have respect for your elders?” He said that she’d done a fine job raising him, and that was one of the first lessons that she’d taught him. “Well, I’ve seen none of it. I think you have forgotten more than you learned. But then, she is nothing more than a female, not worth much unless you can sell her off.”

  “I have four daughters.” Butler laughed, thinking him having the same curse as he’d been given. “But I also have six boys. Sons that are strong and good. Taking care of their parents in their age so that we no longer have to work as hard. And grandchildren too, to bounce upon our knees whenever we wish to see them. You might well have had that, Father, should you have been a little kinder.”

  “Children are for fools, or to have them bring you a coin. What did you do with your daughters? Keep them in your home until a time they fell in love for themselves? Blah. Love, too, is nothing but an emotion that only women, and fools, have. Are you a fool, Caelin?” He said nothing. “I would have taken you on hunts. Showed you how to be a man of men. They would have trembled to have heard you coming. And bowed before you when you walked by them. Men would have looked upon me as a great father, but for your mother.”

  “You think so? I don’t. And if you call me a fool because I loved my wife and children, then you go right ahead, Father.” He said that like a curse. Like the word father meant no more to him than the dirt beneath his boots. “You may have your opinions, Father, they mean very little to me and mine, but I am here to strike a deal with you. You leave the McCades alone, and I will not allow you to die slowly, but make your death, when it comes, quick and nearly painless.”

  “You think to kill me? Your own father, Caelin?” He laughed. Butler was actually afraid that if it came to that, his son could easily do so. “I’m not afeared of you, my boy. I know that you cannot kill me without good reason. And I have given you none.”

  “You think not? I find the opposite to be true. You have given me many reasons to kill you. Even by today’s standards of living, you are a man on death row.” He hadn’t any idea what that meant, but said nothing. But Caelin knew he didn’t understand, and explained it him anyway. “It mea
ns a man that is going to lose his head for his crimes and deeds. You have a long list of them, Father. Longer than I thought a man could have but the fact that you’re losing everything, that makes me happy. Anyway, a bargain. You wish to hear the terms?”

  “You can say them, but I shan’t leave them to their own. I aim to rule, Caelin, with or without you at my side. Name your terms. I’d like to hear what foolery you have come up with that you think I should do.” He sat down on the chair closest to him. Butler couldn’t remember one being there, and had a thought that Caelin would take it from him. But when it did nothing but groan under his weight, he told him to continue.

  “All right. I will pay you, a great sum of money. Not that you deserve any, but I shall nonetheless.” He shook his head. Whatever money he might pay him was going to be very little compared to what he would have when he had the dragon. “I will also make sure that you’re an immortal, for all time.”

  “I’m immortal now. You must do better than that, Caelin. You have said nothing that would entice me to come over to your way of thinking.” He waved his hand at his son, telling him to go on. “Anything more?”

  “Plenty, but I would also like to point out that you’re no longer immortal, are you, Father? But a man who is on his last bit of magic, and even that is betraying him.” Caelin sat too, in a magnificent chair of velvet and gold. “Are you still in pain? Does your belly even now leak out what some would consider blood? Does it wake you in the night? How about when your shifter was returned to you? Honestly, I had no idea that it could be done either, but she did it, didn’t she?”

  “Who? Who did this?” Caelin only laughed. “I demand that you tell me who killed a creature of my making. You will tell me, Caelin, or I shall run you through.”

  Butler leaned forward, to settle in the chair a little easier for his belly’s sake, when the blade suddenly in his son’s hand touched his nose. How he’d gotten across the room and drawn his sword so quickly was something that scared him and thrilled him too. To have such power would be wonderful.